My first trip in forever takes me to a meditation on when and where Burt and I had travelled. Our travels were circumspect; we stayed close to home. We took the Amtrak to Hudson a number of times. Hudson is kind of the gateway to the Berkshires where I am going this weekend. On theContinue reading “A trip”
Category Archives: #from-before
October 2013
Burt was so angry over the 2013 government shutdown that he refused to ever vote again. I disagreed with his conclusion, but understood the reasoning. He felt it was a huge disruption. The ACA prompted the Rs to stop work for those 16 days. We seem to have a similar excuse– health care– this timeContinue reading “October 2013”
Going to the movies
It seems that Burt and I, having gone on our first date and with our second one scheduled for the Sunday, saw Pretty Woman on Saturday night, separately and at different movie theaters. I saw it with my friend M. Burt, as I recall went on his own. This memory of our early history cameContinue reading “Going to the movies”
We used to….
Times Square was often our jumping off point to nearby theaters, like, but not limited to, the Hayes below. My weekend took me to this part of the world where so many of the paths I took were filled with memories. Every memory came quickly to my attention, and then gave me a long momentContinue reading “We used to….”
Back to the “from before”
Here’s the story of the picture [L] with the Blues Brothers vibe; I’ve shared this at length with A. who was curious about this photo in my pictorial. It’s a memory from the 2nd year that Burt and I were together. We were invited to party for Judith E’s birthday–who was married to Jim M,Continue reading “Back to the “from before””
Thinking of…
I am in a bereavement group at the moment. This is my second go at tackling, no taking in this kind of support. Why not? It’s very helpful talking to others recently bereft. We see the stages so much more clearly when they filter in other’s eyes. I try to be honest with my group,Continue reading “Thinking of…”
Relaxed performance
When Burt said he missed going to the ballet, I really wanted for us to go. It didn’t happen; I heard about a performance geared to the diagnosis on a Friday; the dance event was scheduled for Sunday. I wasn’t able to pivot that fast. I still have regrets. It wasn’t easy to find accessibleContinue reading “Relaxed performance”
Peaches are good
There were other summers When it was enough to say’Peaches are good’ to makeIt a good summer. SummersPast, before, when you wereStill here, with me. SummersNot like this one, without you.This summer, I’m thinking ofHow much you would enjoyThis fruit of summer. Burt,The peaches are good thisSummer. This summer, I amMissing you. That’s not good.
Good advice
Some days, Burt is so intensely missed that I walk around in a miasma of loss. That’s on one day, and it’s fine. It is inevitable that that feeling will come or go or both at once. Today, I miss him but I’m digging into memories. With the memory the miasma lifts; I am notContinue reading “Good advice”
When I met Burt
Burt lamented that his address had changed from 555 West 42nd Street when mgmt put the front entry on W43rd. [Note that they have given the address to the ensite theater, see below.] Soon after we met, his address changed again from the 500 block in midtown west to the 500 block on E72nd. WhileContinue reading “When I met Burt”
this is our life 